Sophia’s P.O.V

I woke up with a violent jerk, my breath hitching in my throat as I sat up, drenched in cold sweat. My chest heaved as I looked around, disoriented, the echoes of Gabriella’s and Tristan’s laughter still ringing in my ears like a haunting melody I couldn’t escape. Their voices—it felt like they were mocking me from the shadows, like they were still watching, still waiting. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to will my heart to slow down, but the ...